I have had an ongoing list of “must have” plants adding up in my head for a number of years now. Sometimes I write it down in whatever gardening journal I am using at the time. There are always a few that are truly so ingrained in my gardening psyche that they reappear from list to list, and then there are some that show up once–forgotten or purposefully left out as I discover other species or cultivars that are more appealing/less guilt inducing.
How, you may ask, could a plant be guilt inducing? There are the obvious reasons: price, practicality, water consumption. The reason that is most prevalent for me these days (although the other reasons probably tie in) is whether or not the plant is native to this region. Let me share with you an example from our garden.
That tree leaning drunkenly due east (I have since staked it in a more upright position!) has been on my ‘wanted’ list for years. What other tree in Edmonton keeps its leaves so long? What could provide such slender, silver movement in the slightest wind. What else could transport me momentarily to the sun soaked, olive laden, Tuscan countryside faster? And no, the Elaeagnus angustifolia is not even remotely native to Alberta. Or the prairies. Or even North America. In fact, it is on some lists as an invasive plant in this province. But I planted it, just the same.
The majority of perennials and shrubs chosen for the front yard were originally taken into consideration because they are indigenous to the region, or at least the Prairies, but some I couldn’t/didn’t resist. My question is: does it matter?
What if I am introducing a plant that will send its offspring into the nearby ravine and proceed to choke out native plants that are struggling to survive in a landscape bombarded by human traffic and pollution? Am I responsible for safeguarding the spectrum of flora found in the context I live in? Am I obligated to garden in a way that is authentic for this geographical location?
I had to have a Russian Olive. Will I regret it when its nitrogen-fixing tendencies choke out the perennials I planted hopefully at its feet (how accurate are those biologist doomsayers anyways?) ?
What plants are you willing to break your own rules for?
As a quick aside, today I was trying to repair patches of heat damage on our dining room table with a paste of salt and olive oil (totally did not work!) and rather than waste the leftovers, gave my hands a quick exfoliating scrub with it…Wowzas! When summer rolls around again (and it will–note to self) this will be a go-to gardening-hands repair solution. Although it may not be the best choice during the cracked-open cuticles portion of the summer, it left my hands moisturized and significantly less sandpapery than before. Which my children appreciate.